Tag Archives: yoruba

Solitude For the last 24 hours I have neither eaten nor drank anything. I did not speak to a single soul. I set eyes on no one on account of being locked up intentionally in my room. I read my … Continue reading →

Taxicab So I get in a taxi (at the Immigrations office in Ikoyi) bound for the office in Victoria Island. The taxi man proposed N1,500 as the charge. I countered with N1,000. Back and forth and he finally asked me … Continue reading →

Time and Chance It was late and I was in the office. I might have been working hard … or hardly working. Maybe just idling while the “file” completed downloading unto my external drive which was going to crash dramatically … Continue reading →

G.E.L (Gays, Extremists and a little pink Lamp) So let’s start with a disclaimer. This blog post is meant to be rude. Don’t read too much into it. I am now going to start from the beginning … or as … Continue reading →

Ife Ife the city. Ife the Yoruba word for love. Ife. Today (Sunday) I stopped at the old tollgate just at the entrance to Ife (on my way back to Ibadan). “How much?” I asked the lady with the tray … Continue reading →